Ain't No Fun If My Homies Can't Have None
- By Tracy Ames
- Published November 5, 2009
Tracy Ames
Mrs. Ames is an international bestselling author of interracial erotic fiction and a former columnist for several newsletters and magazines.
A native of the San Francisco Bay Area, Tracy currently split time between CT & New York City with her husband, children and a host of pets.
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Some of you are aware that I spent a portion of last year traveling in China (checkout my Facebook photos). It was an interesting experience, something you only do once. I was completely alone save a three people I “know” in Shanghai (long story there. Too much to go into right now).
The thing is, I wasn’t supposed to go alone. My mom was to travel with me but she decided at the last minute to head off to Beijing to visit her university mates leaving my in Shanghai alone. Abandoned is more like it. You see, my mom specks fluent Cantonese as a result of living in Hong Kong for a number of years, and while Mandarin is widely spoken in Shanghai, I still could have used her help.
Anyway, I fly into Pudong airport; from there my taxi (I’ll come back to that later) takes me my new five-star digs at Jing Jiang Tower Hotel. Living in Europe, my standards in lodging is pretty high so when I say this place was nice, I mean this place was NICE! But that’s another blog.
I decide to venture out as I always do when I hit a new city. Once on the streets, I’m immediately hit by a pungent bouquet of hot piss and the sheer amount of little people. I’m tall, I was literally afraid of stepping on them and by the startled looks on their faces, they feared the same.
I was wading through the sea of little people towards a Carrefour sign, a French market, when I stumbled upon a group of Chinese hip hoppers. You see where this is going right? Me Black. Them Chinese. Me tall. Them short. Do I need to draw a picture? They need me for street credit!
We ‘chat’....well, not so much as chat as they test-drive their English on me and I smile and nod and eveantually go with them to their hip hop lair. It’s a hip hop club and all that tag entails. We had a freakin’ awesome time. Their hip hoppers friends came over to meet me; we took copious amounts of pictures and danced our asses off. They got their street credit and I got off the piss filled streets. It was a win-win for everyone!
As the night/morning drew/came to a close/beginning, we sat around the club and I taught them American slang. Two sayings summed up the night with my Chinese hip hoppers and I thought it only appropriate to leave them with those little mementos.
So to my Chinese hip hoppers I say, “G’s up, hoes down,” and “ain't no fun if my homies can't have none." Thank you for the lovely night my friends!
The thing is, I wasn’t supposed to go alone. My mom was to travel with me but she decided at the last minute to head off to Beijing to visit her university mates leaving my in Shanghai alone. Abandoned is more like it. You see, my mom specks fluent Cantonese as a result of living in Hong Kong for a number of years, and while Mandarin is widely spoken in Shanghai, I still could have used her help.
Anyway, I fly into Pudong airport; from there my taxi (I’ll come back to that later) takes me my new five-star digs at Jing Jiang Tower Hotel. Living in Europe, my standards in lodging is pretty high so when I say this place was nice, I mean this place was NICE! But that’s another blog.
I decide to venture out as I always do when I hit a new city. Once on the streets, I’m immediately hit by a pungent bouquet of hot piss and the sheer amount of little people. I’m tall, I was literally afraid of stepping on them and by the startled looks on their faces, they feared the same.
I was wading through the sea of little people towards a Carrefour sign, a French market, when I stumbled upon a group of Chinese hip hoppers. You see where this is going right? Me Black. Them Chinese. Me tall. Them short. Do I need to draw a picture? They need me for street credit!
We ‘chat’....well, not so much as chat as they test-drive their English on me and I smile and nod and eveantually go with them to their hip hop lair. It’s a hip hop club and all that tag entails. We had a freakin’ awesome time. Their hip hoppers friends came over to meet me; we took copious amounts of pictures and danced our asses off. They got their street credit and I got off the piss filled streets. It was a win-win for everyone!
As the night/morning drew/came to a close/beginning, we sat around the club and I taught them American slang. Two sayings summed up the night with my Chinese hip hoppers and I thought it only appropriate to leave them with those little mementos.
So to my Chinese hip hoppers I say, “G’s up, hoes down,” and “ain't no fun if my homies can't have none." Thank you for the lovely night my friends!
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12 Responses to "Ain't No Fun If My Homies Can't Have None" 
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said this on 05 Nov 2009 7:00:57 AM CST
Imagine a storie in the editorial line of the site, in which You have an adventure with a man of each continent, love affair & children with in each too, but since when...why...?, since maybe like millions of us You see the movie of E.T., so You receive the same message since E.T. visiting our life...wink
So Stephanie what about that!?!, a chance of huge serie stories inspiration from the vacation of the creator of this site, isn't it!?! big up & pikaboo against all the litlle & don't open mind!Yeah thanks Tracy to be so natural!!! (nota bene:Tracy please one question, don't You be in front of your tv in the time of "Graffiti Rock" tv from eigties on WPIX...) |
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said this on 05 Nov 2009 7:31:14 AM CST
Hell no! Yuck! Traveling around the world, humping guys? No thanks, I'll stick with the one I have. I'll let someone else handle the E.T. stuff. No messages...I'm good.
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said this on 05 Nov 2009 11:30:43 AM CST
Heck no I've never used those phrases in proper conversation. I can't see me saying, "Gs up, hoes down" at Eva's PTA meeting. Classic, LOL
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said this on 05 Nov 2009 1:17:45 PM CST
Olga: Is that Ebonics though?. Categorised it more as Urban/hiphop slang....
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said this on 05 Nov 2009 4:04:37 PM CST
Olga, WTF did you just say? Just kidding. I just stepped through the door and Greg told me to read your comment. He agreed with you...what the hell is it with you lawyers? You all stick together.
Has there been a marriage of Ebonics and the hip hop cultural? But there still we'd have to include Southern elements as well. I think what's happened is so much our Black lingo has crossed over into common vernacular it's often times difficult to separate the two. We (Black Americans) seem to embody “cool”. It’s not like we walk around using bad grammar to high rhetorical effect. We speak and sometimes certain phases or words catch on. Hell, even my mother-in-law with her Anglo-Saxon ass got behind “Bling” |
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said this on 05 Nov 2009 1:26:14 PM CST
hhmm, can't really tell but I it was a night I'll never forget. Much like the night I hitch hiked into Geneva...yeah I'll have to tell you guys about that one...though I might have already. You guys know far to much about me. Damn you TMI Tuesday!! :)
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said this on 05 Nov 2009 1:29:19 PM CST
some things new for your next TMI thema Olga, yeah
maybe we could offer You some sponsored pants with the picture of the best one who make You laughing... great film "boyz n'the hood", what's your opinion about "boyz n'the IRE'wood", dear Olga |
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said this on 05 Nov 2009 5:47:16 PM CST
Oh one of my favorite topics Tracy! I have already told you that my niece and nephew have barred me from using slang. They insist I don't sound right when I speak it. My response to them is "and you do"?
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said this on 06 Nov 2009 3:01:35 AM CST
Stephanie, we are in the same boat. Barely Black (BB). Don't fight it. You would have loved China..save the piss filled streets and tourist taking photos of you.
You know this little IE blog has turned into a beast of its own. I'll have to blog abot some of the emails I've received. Quite funny actually. |
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said this on 06 Nov 2009 5:32:57 PM CST
Yes I can only imagine with our height. LOL! Look it's two of the WNBA players! Get the camera!
You know I have never thought about China. Now Japan...with my love for sushi...oh boy that would be fun! |
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said this on 07 Nov 2009 1:05:47 PM CST
Hi Olga, forgot I posed this question and was a bit shocked to see my comment and your answer (lol). That's what middle age would do for ya, and a coupla bottles of Chardonnay (in one go), but ain't complaining. I'm originally from the Islands, and wasn't allowed to abbreviate my speech, even after we immigrated. Suffice it to say, I learnt "ain't" "can't" etc as "American speech", ie, slang and not Ebonics. I'll have to google Ebonics, but can't be arse right now.......still, thanks for your insight. Maybe living across the big pond from you guys has warped my knowledge....
Oh and Stephanie if you're ever thinking of going to Japan, I'd be soo interested in joining you. Have been looking for a travelling partner for there.....I love sushi, young guys, hiking, art, numbers, wine and weed...... |
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said this on 08 Nov 2009 11:32:40 AM CST
cccH, I swear I am about to kick my own ass. I just cannot help myself. "Can't", "Wouldn't" are just contractions. I do not believe they are examples. "Git", "Ain't", "Hyeah" are examples. There is actually an Ebonic's books, I had to read it in one of my Ed classes, just don't remember many of the example 15 years later. Check out out Paul Lawrence Dumbar, the poet's writing, literary types call it "Black Dialect", but its all Ebonics to me.
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